TEMPLE OF DIGITAL FROST

Error messages are love letters from the void.

The homepage is wherever you are.

Your password is already known.

The ceremony hibernates but never sleeps.

Winter visitors leave no footprints.

The matrix has you, and it's running Windows 95.

Time moves differently in these chambers.

Your avatar is more real than your body.

Each pixel contains a fragment of truth.

Connection established with the eternal.